Hello, my pretties! How are you all doing? Well, I hope!
First of all, I suppose I should apologize for not being as regular with my posting lately. Nothing bad is happening, I’ve just been sort of busy sorting through personal stuff, like decluttering and helping a friend who’s dealing with a difficult time in her life, along with going back to blogging in Portuguese, so it might take a while for me to adjust my posting schedule again.
With that out of the way, let us move on to the post, shall we? This post was inspired by Shayne’s post on her worst job. You can read it by clicking here, and I highly recommend that you do.
Since I’ve read about her worst job experience, I’ve been toying with the idea of sharing mine. So, here goes nothing.
It took me some time to decide on which one I should list here as my worst job, but I’ve finally settled on the one where I didn’t even finish my trial period. Trust me, I love working, and I love making my own money. So, for little workaholic me to not even finish a trial period, it has to be bad.
I’ll just work on a list format. Let it be known that all of this happened in less than three months.
- The place was far from everything – bus lines, restaurants, etc. And they didn’t pay for transport or food, you had to bring your own and leave it in their fridge – and you had nowhere to heat it.
- Despite the fact that we lived in a super hot city, the owner turned off the fridge every night, so when you got there in the morning after walking there for almost 30 minutes, you only had lukewarm water to drink.
- One of their sons would constantly come to the office to ask for copies or something of the sort and stand there leering at me and/or asking me out.
- The owner’s business partners who came often for meetings were guilty of the same.
- The owner refused to answer the phone on her desk and kept yelling at me to answer it when I was on a call on the main office.
- When I got injured going to work (a sprained ankle that was starting to swell by the time I got there), the owner not only refused to let me leave to see a doctor, she was also upset that I would have to be away from work for a while, because I couldn’t get there (the office entrance was a very narrow stairway) with a cast, and tried to pressure me to get it out before I healed so she could go on a vacation.
I have to admit that there was a huge red flag when I was looking through information left behind by the other ladies who had worked there: none of them had completed their trial period either. But I was young, naive and desperate for a job, so maybe this was partially brought upon myself by my own hand.
Phew, I think that’s it. I know other people have had worse experiences, but this was mine. Would you like to share yours? Let me know in the comments!
See you on the next post! Love you all!